Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.